They're not locked. Inside the left hand room there are a couple of old Karma regen-leather couches and a big TV. There's a few tits and arse mags lying around and a fridge. Looks like a staff room. It seems as empty as the rest of the shop.
deej to Mr Daniels wrote:Mr Daniels, we've closed up the shop. Aside from the Doobries, this place seems to be deserted. The back room was locked, but there is no sign of anyone.
It only confirms what Deject found - it looks like this room was being used within the last few hours. There's a couple of jackets hung up, one of which is still a little damp.
deej to Mr Daniels wrote:They left only recently. I can't see any indication of why they left or where they went just yet but we'll keep looking. In the mean time, can you get us the names of the employees that work here and their work schedules? We may need to track them down as well.
Grimmie wrote:Someone go ask one of the Doobries where their chow is stored, yeah?
I don't suppose they take the stuff off the shelves, and they gotta be running on something more than vapours.
I'll turn my ECM suit on, pop my helmet on, and bash down the next door along the corridor.
Shoulder barge this time, let's shake things up a bit. Wouldn't want to become predictable.
I know I don't really need to roll, but it makes me feel better about myself.
TSD: They went out of the room. Ahaha, sorry. They then went up the corridor to the other door.
Grimmie: The other door goes crashing in easily and into a small office. There's a desk with a terminal, plenty of bits of Karma merchandise, and piles of pointless looking printouts. It's a fair old mess and it stinks of cigarettes. There doesn't appear to be anyone in here.
Deject:
Mr Daniels wrote:Which store are you at? I'll get the staff details sent over.
It seems a little bit sturdier, but it's not locked and swings in violently. On the other side there seems to be a small warehouse crossed with an abbattoir. Racks of various Karma products reach to the ceiling in rows, which are splattered with blood. The floor is littered with bits of Doobrie. Further into the room you can see something that looks like a walk-in fridge with bloody human-sized hand prints. From somewhere amongst the racks you hear a high pitched snarling scream and the whir of a motor.
